like you don't wish you could be the immaculately dressedtoo hot to retire lounge singerwho still has pipes enough to make young women crywhose grandkids would rather listen to lil waynewho is tucked away in the corner of a forgotten barsingin' Stand By Me, holding a cigarette,glistening as the band jams fun glamwhat you wouldn't give to be that realon nights as quiet as a timpani roll

I go to bars to find Godto find myself a strangerblack man singin Etta James, I like to feelthat blue struggle, the grimy love, interlocking melodiesthe tug of war of the soulthe caress of a woman on my backthe unknown comfort of the strangerthose moments when you can sip your favorite drinkand find yourself lost in a breeze of piano chordsthe bustle and laughter all around youwhen you can be by yourself and still be happywhen you can find out what love really is

those sometimes when you close your eyesand there are flowers all around you.